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Some haunted by the ghosts they have depos'd ;
Some poison’d by their wives; some sleeping kill’d;
All murder'd : for within the hollow crown
That rounds the mortal temples of a king
Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits,
Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp,
Allowing him a breath, a little scene,
To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks,
Infusing him with self and vain conceit,
As if this flesh which walls about our life
Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus
Comes at the last and with a little pin
Bores through his castle wall; and farewell king !
Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood
With solemn reverence: throw away respect,
Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty,

have but mistook me all this while :
I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief,
Need friends : subjected thus,

How can you say to me,-I am a king ?-Act 3, Sc. 2.
Gard. Unruly children make their sire
Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight.

Act 3, Sc. 4.

York. As in a theatre, the


of men,
After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage,
Are idly bent on him that enters next,
Thinking his prattle to be tedious;
Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes
Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, 'God save

him !'
No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home.

Act 5, Sc. 2.

Duch. A beggar begs that never begg'd before.


Fal. Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon.-Act I, Sc. 2.

Prince. Wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it. *-Act I, Sc. 2.

Fal. 'Tis no sin for a man to labour in his vocation.

Act I, Sc. 2.

Prince. He will give the devil his due. -Act I, Sc. 2.

Hot. My liege, I did deny no prisoners.

But I remember, when the fight was done,
When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil,
Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,
Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress’d,
Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin, new reap'd,
Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home;
He was perfumed like a milliner;
And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
He gave his nose and took’t away again ;
Who therewith angry, when it next came there,
Took it in snuff; and still he smild and talk'd ;
And, as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He call’d them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
With many holiday and lady terms
He question’d me; among the rest, demanded

“Wisdom crieth without; she ullereth

* Compare Proverbs i. 20: her voice in the streets."

My prisoners in your majesty's behalf.
I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold,
To be so pester'd with a popinjay,
Out of my grief and my impatience,
Answer'd neglectingly I know not what,
He should, or he should not ; for he made me mad,
To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet,
And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman
Of guns and drums and wounds, (God save the

mark !)
And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth
Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ;
And that it was great pity, so it was,
This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd
So cowardly; and but for these vile guns,
He would himself have been a soldier.-Act I, Sc. 3.

Hot. By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap
To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon.

Act I, Sc. 3.

Ist Car. I know a trick worth two of that.

- Act 2, Sc. I.

Hot. Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.

Act 2, Sc. 3.

Hot. I could brain him with his lady's fan.

Act 2, Sc. 3.

Fal. Call you that backing of your friends ? A plague upon such backing !-Act 2, Sc. 4.

Fal. If reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion. - Act 2, Sc. 4.

Fal. A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder. ---Act 2, Sc. 4.


Fal. Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.

Act 2, Sc. 4.

Prince. But one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack.-Act 2, Sc. 4.

Hot. Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth

In strange eruptions.--Act 3, Sc. I.

Glend. I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
Hot. Why, so can I, or so can any man ;

But will they come when you do call for them?
Glend. Why, I can teach you, cousin, to command

The devil.
Hot. And I can teach thee, coz, to shame the devil,

By telling truth : tell truth, and shame the devil.
If thou have power to raise him, bring him hither,
And I'll be sworn I have power to shame him hence.
O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil !

Act 3, Sc. 1.

Fal. Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me.Act 3, Sc. 3.

Fal. Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn ?--Act 3, Sc. 3.

Fal. Food for powder, food for powder; they'll fill a pit, as well as better. -Act 4, Sc. 2.

Fal. To the latter end of a fray, and the beginning of a

feast, Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest.-Act 4, Sc. 2.


King. Moody beggars starving for a time,

Of pell-mell havoc and confusion.--Act 5, Sc. I.

Fal. Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set a leg? no: or an arm ? no : or take away the grief of a wound ? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then ? no. What is honour ? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour ?

A trim reckoning! Who hath it ? he that died op Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then. Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.-Act 5, Sc. I.


Prince. Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.

Act 5, Sc. 4.

Prince. I could have better spar'd a better man.

Act 5, Sc. 4.

Fal. The better part of valour is—discretion. ---Act 5, Sc. 4.

Fal. Lord, how this world is given to lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath; and so was he : but we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock.–Act 5, Sc. 4.


Rum. Open your ears ; for which of you will stop

The vent of hearing when loud Rumour speaks?
I, from the orient to the drooping west,
Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold
The acts commenced on this ball of earth :
Upon my tongues continual slanders ride,
The which in every language I pronounce,

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